Opinion: It’s Time To Put the “Christ” Back in “Not Giving Money to Homeless People”

Posted on by James Knapp

This holiday used to mean something in this country. It meant the joy on your children’s faces when they woke up to the Christmas present banquet. It meant gathering around the chestnut fire with your beloved family members to share in a merry eggnog shot. And it meant remembering that even on the darkest, coldest days of our year, it’s important to be kind and loving to all of God’s children.

Unless it’s one of those disgusting street goblins who keep bothering me outside of the good Panera. It’s the good Panera because you’re not there, you knobby-toothed disgraces!

I don’t mean to sound insensitive. I have full respect for the monetarily unempowered. But there are only three higher powers I respect in this world – the father, the son, and the… holy shit is the gross-looking marine veteran on crutches looking directly at me! Roll the windows up. Roll the windows up!

Anyway, back to Jesus. The Christ child is an important influence in both my life and my unwilling family’s life. But if he were alive today, he never would have approved of all of this rampant “wokeness” and “general acceptance of all people regardless of background or situation.

Look, if Christ wanted us to be “tolerant” like those Socialists in the unbiased press like to say, then he would have written it down — likely in some large book that we all have access to in literally every motel room.

But this season is supposed to be about being with people. Particularly, people whom I don’t need to throw a can of exploding wet wipes at before running away. And Jesus, he would have understood that. 

Sure, he was the man who overturned the moneylenders’ tables. He created a feast from famine by sharing fish and bread. He never even owned a proper pair of shoes, which must have been murder on his arch support.

But in my heart or hearts, built by the the parts of the bible I like and Tucker Carlson, I just know that giving that clearly anemic baby and her mother the finger rather than the $400 in cash I have on me is exactly what our father, son and… holy shit I was so distracted giving them the finger I crashed into a telephone pole. But at least it was a Christmas telephone pole! Like Our Lord Christ intended.

Jumbotron at Weezer Show Exposes Tech CEO for Being Completely Alone

Posted on by Carson Kile

CLEVELAND — The jumbotron at a local Weezer concert exposed an important tech CEO for being completely alone without a trace of feminine energy or infidelity in sight, unsurprised sources say.

“No, no, no! I swear I’m having an extra-marital affair with a super hot member of the board,” declared Brennon Quincy, CEO of Duolingus, an app for white guys to learn creepy pickup lines in any language. “She just stepped out for a while to, I think, have her period or something? Alright you got me, I came here alone. I haven’t had sex since the Obama administration. Look, not all CEOs can be silver foxes like that Coldplay guy. He’s the exception to the rule. Most of us are assigned to be Weezer fans at birth and don’t have enough charisma to attract women, let alone commit adultery. We’re cursed.”

Other concertgoers seemed less shocked about the CEO’s relationship status.

“I can’t say I’m really surprised,” said Weezer super-fan Darrell Hill, while fascistically  moderating a redpill subreddit. “Everybody here showed up to this concert alone. Nobody even carpooled. I’m pretty sure I saw that guy at an incel benefit concert last month, American Football was playing. They were great! Honestly, one of the most impressive things I’ve ever seen sub-6 beta males put together!”

Members of Weezer almost felt bad for the CEO for his lack of cheating skills.

“Our thoughts go out to the guy,” remarked Rivers Cuomo, as he put down the Warhammer figurines he was painting. “I feel extra responsible because we weren’t even supposed to cut to the jumbotron, but we were running low on material after playing through the Blue Album twice, so we had to fill time somehow. Call it wrong place, wrong time, I guess. Hey, do you guys want some free copies of ‘Van Weezer’? We haven’t been able to get rid of them and they’re just taking up space now. I’ve been using stacks of them as makeshift squatty-potties, and I swear my movements have never been better.”

At press time, the tech CEO was seen listening to “Pinkerton” in his car alone in the parking lot of the venue. 

How I Plan To Avoid Awkward Political Tension This Christmas by Just Telling My Cousin Who His Real Dad Is

Posted on by Livy Berry

It’s always been difficult to spend the holidays with a racist aunt or uncle, a homophobic parent, or a racist and homophobic grandfather, and these days it just keeps getting harder to avoid things getting tense around the holidays. That’s why this year I’ve decided to crush that tension before it begins. I’m going full nuclear this year and just telling my cousin who his real father is. 

The fact that anybody ever trusted me with this major family secret is beyond me, but I can say for sure that they’ll never be making that mistake again. I plan on wasting no time throwing a grenade right into this already shattered family. With all the focus on my aunt and uncle’s “complicated dating habits,” I doubt even the Trumpiest of relatives can bring me down this holiday season.

Psychologists agree that stress is bad for the body, and I’ve decided it’s about time I start taking action to minimize stress and enjoy my Christmases again. Gone are the days that I would wait and hope nobody mentions immigration, or skip the music in a panic every time Chappell Roan comes on. Before Uncle Marcus even has the opportunity to think about the queers, I’ll be telling his son that sixteen years ago, his mother met a very nice car salesman named John. If all goes well, people will be yelling in the kitchen so loud, they won’t even notice how expensive the groceries were.

Nothing brings a family together like a secret, and it’s about time that effort gets recognized. Poor Johnny Junior is in for a rough holiday, but I know that as soon as I mention that handsome car salesman, I may not have to worry about hearing the term “illegals” ever again. I fully expect any and all pent-up political anger to fly right out the front door and stay out until the New Year, just like Marcus did the day he discovered a striking resemblance between his newborn son and the man who sold him his car.

Sure, I’ll take my fair share of blame for spilling the beans, but what is an hour of yelling when the alternative is two full weeks of pure, unmanageable rage? With any luck, next year, my family members will avoid speaking to me entirely.

Flea Hoping More People Attend His Ugly Christmas Sock Party This Year

Posted on by Steve Packosky

LOS ANGELES — Red Hot Chili Peppers bassist Michael Peter “Flea” Balzary found himself hoping more people would attend his annual Ugly Christmas Sock party this year, sources report.

“Turnout has been pretty lackluster over the past few years,” Flea lamented as he adjusted the “National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation” sock covering his penis. “I don’t get it. I make delicious Christmas tree sugar cookies and holiday punch, so this place should be packed with half naked people. I’m also having a Secret Santa gift exchange. I got John Frusciante this year, but he’s never come to one. In fact, I’m seeing fewer and fewer people show up every December. Christmas is my favorite holiday, so it’s a real bummer that my party is always such a washout. I’m going to have to start doing something drastic, like giving each person a thousand dollars for coming.”

Flea’s bandmate Anthony Kiedis shared his frustration.

“I always have a great time at Flea’s annual Ugly Christmas Sock Party, so I’m not sure why it’s been so empty lately,” said Kiedis. “Honestly, I feel bad for Flea that it’s become so unpopular. This year I got an ugly Christmas sock with a picture of Tweety Bird that says ‘Santa’s Little Angel.’ It’s hilarious, so I’m really excited to show it off, but it really doesn’t mean anything if there’s not very many other people there. I told Flea that he should just start giving people copies of ‘Blood Sugar Sex Magik’ to show up, so I hope he takes my advice.” 

Invitee Merril Henderson indicated that he did not plan on attending.

“This party was a really crazy and cool event back in the ‘90s, but it’s gotten a little stale over the past three decades,” Henderson said. “Honestly, I’m just not that interested in hanging out with nude sexagenarians with socks covering their dicks while Flea plays ‘Wonderwall’ on the bass. That’s not really my idea of a festive Christmas, you know? I’d be happy to attend if everyone was fully clothed, because Flea’s my friend and his holiday punch is absolutely delicious, but I think he’s pretty dead-set on not wearing any clothes for whatever reason. I’m going to have to come up with an excuse for why I can’t make it. I told him I had COVID last year, but it’s been long enough that I can say that again, right?”

At press time, Kiedis expressed hope that he’d win the Ugly Christmas Sock contest for the 31st year in a row.

Punk House’s Only Working Light Is Tip of Vape Pen

Posted on by Courtney Hill

EASTON, Pa. — Residents of a local punk house are officially down to the glowing tip of a vape pen as their only working light, according to sources blindly banging their shins into the coffee table.

“The few light bulbs that came with the place didn’t last long so we all started sharing a single lava lamp on an extension cord,” frontman Dave “Flaky Rash” Mullens said of the band’s literal and figurative descent into darkness. “One night our bass player drunkenly opened the lava lamp thinking it was a beer and drank the neon blue liquid inside. Since then the vape light has been more than enough; it’s not like we’re trying to read or something. The only thing we need to see is where to endorse the checks our parents send us every month. Of course the one drawback is when we lose the vape and someone has to wake up during the day to find it.”

Neighbor Lorreen Case described her experience living next to the punk outfit.

“The house may appear empty but the smell is a constant reminder of who’s living there,” Case said referring to the stench of resin hits and Cheeto farts wafting over the hedge. “Every night I see through the window a small bright orb floating around the living room followed by the worst music I’ve ever heard. It’s like a plane crashing into an active train wreck while a crow chokes on a paper clip. I’ve wondered if they might sound better if they could see but I’m pretty sure we’re talking about a lack of talent so pure that nothing could make a difference.”

The property’s landlord who goes by Black Mold shared a surprising reason for renting to such degenerates.

“Are you kidding? Punks make the best tenants because they never ask for anything to be fixed or replaced,” Mold said while raising the rent on a newly unemployed single mom. “The more squalid the place the more I can charge because they think it gives their band authenticity. From gas leaks to disease-carrying infestations it’s all part of the creative environment for these idiots. One house didn’t have running water so they only flushed the toilet as often as they could fill the upper tank with piss. Ironically that band broke up and they all ended up working for SERVPRO.”

At press time, Mullens and his bandmates were being treated for injuries sustained while attempting to heat the house with a microwave.

Dave Portnoy Gives Perfect Score to Slice of Pizza That Comes With Little Vial of Cocaine

Posted on by Collin Preciado

BOSTON — Barstool Sports founder and One Bite Pizza reviewer Dave Portnoy reportedly gave a rare perfect 10.0 score to a slice of cheese pizza that came with a little vial of cocaine, multiple sources have confirmed.

“Look, I’m not a cocaine guy. I acutally don’t even really like pizza all that much,” said Portnoy while fidgeting with his nose. “Everyone thinks I’m a coke guy because everything about my aura screams ‘I start and end my day with a little bump.’ But I’m not, I don’t do it. Just because I talk really fast and am emotionally volatile and loud and tweet everything that comes to my head and paranoid almost all of the time doesn’t mean I do coke. It’s just a coincidence, okay? If that pizza came with a little vial and that vial is now empty, I wouldn’t know anything about that. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some local pizzas to rate while blocking sidewalk traffic.”

The pizza in question came from the Munch-n-Pump gas station. 

“It was completely unexpected,” said Robert Henson, owner of the gas station/pizzeria. “We were a little worried because the slice we gave him had been under the heat lamp for four or five days, but I put that coke in the box to try to sweeten the deal and I just saw him light up like a little kid who loves cocaine. However, I was a little surprised that he didn’t eat the crust. Thought only children did that.”

The Munch-n-Pump has over 300 one-star reviews on Yelp with many users specifically pointing to the pizza as “the worst pizza on the face of the planet,” but witnesses claim Portnoy only had good things to say.

“The dude was bouncing off the walls saying it was the greatest thing he’s ever put into his face,” said witness Sandra Doerr, a Boston University student who happened to be in the store at the same time as Portnoy. “I’m not even sure he even took a bite of the pizza. He was just doing cartwheels down the aisles before running outside into the middle of traffic and diving headfirst into that storm drain there. I’m pretty sure that guy is only into pizza for the drugs. I mean, c’mon, it’s a gas station, you’re not supposed to eat anything in here.”

At press time, Portnoy was eventually spotted several weeks later at the White House, where he accepted a position in the Trump administration as the head of the DEA.

Why My Frank Zappa Fandom Had Nothing to Do with Me Naming My Son Dweezil

Posted on by Steve Packosky

OK, let me make one thing perfectly clear: Frank Zappa is one of the most influential artists in music history. He seamlessly blended an unheard of variety of influences into his one, singular approach that still resonates over three decades after his death. Without a doubt, he’s my favorite musician of all time. I celebrate his entire catalog and even have a tattoo of his signature moustache on my right forearm. With all that being said, I want to be clear: my fandom had absolutely nothing to do with me naming my son Dweezil.

When my wife Mallory and I found out we were pregnant, we were ecstatic. I couldn’t wait to have a son or daughter to raise and impart my wisdom to, and I thought nothing of my favorite singer/songwriter while combing through baby books for potential names. To be completely honest, I knew nothing of Zappa’s personal life when I suggested the name “Dweezil” to Mallory. I had thought of it on my own, completely irrespective of my taste in music, and you can’t prove me wrong. 

Also, do you know what we were going to name our baby if it was a girl? No, not Moon or Diva. We were going to name her Emily, after my dearly departed aunt, which further proves that my basement shrine to rock music’s wittiest and most prolific mind was certainly no indicator of my baby-naming preferences, and honestly, I’m a little insulted that you think there’s a correlation. Also, my wife insisted on “Emily,” and wouldn’t countenance either of the aforementioned names that may or may not have been suggested during her pregnancy.

Look, I just think “Dweezil” is a great name, and that opinion is mutually exclusive from my musical tastes, OK? Why is that so difficult for you to believe? I’m a huge Bob Dylan fan, too, but you don’t see me considering “Jakob” as a name for any potential second son, do you?

OK, I actually am considering that, but it’s honestly just a coincidence.

You know what? You can go ahead and believe whatever you want. I’m confident that my son’s name is the result of a completely independent and original choice that’s completely unrelated to the oversized backdrop of the “Hot Rats” album cover currently papering his bedroom wall. Now if you’ll excuse me, it’s time for Dweezil’s nightly listening of “Muffin Man” before his feeding. He gets cranky if I keep him waiting.

Dom Forces Sub to Read and Explain Board Game Rules

Posted on by Charles Bill

SAN FRANCISCO — The local kink community was fascinated today by a dom who compels their sub to both read and explain rules to a board game, confirmed slightly turned on sources.

“It’s just about the most unpleasant and degrading thing I can possibly think of,” said dominant partner Alex Shane. “I’ve tried spitting, stepping on, choking, slapping, nipple clamps, all of them pale in comparison to making someone explain Ticket to Ride to a room of uninterested friends who would rather just drink beer and chat. You can really see the sexual pain on her face as she has to read a thick ass rule book and then figure out how to teach that to people. And answer their incessant questions about it even though she barely knows more than them. It gets my dick rock hard.”

The submissive in the relationship also expressed satisfaction with the new arrangement.

“My daddy loves it when I summarize board game rules,” said thoroughly dominated Donna Klompen. “It’s so hot for me that I’ve started going to the library to rent games. But I just read the rule books instead and that gets me almost all the way there. It hurts so good to tell people how to trade for sheep in Catan. I’m a little worried how this is affecting my brain though. The other day I was playing Monopoly with my nephews. I explained that we put money in Free Parking and then I got all hot and bothered.”

Although the dom/sub dynamic is working for the couple, others that know them are not as thrilled.

“Board game nights suck now, shit is weird as fuck,” related visibly shaken friend Wendy Tyler. “We were all getting together to play Wingspan, and then Donna comes out wearing a choker that says ‘Daddy’s Little Slut’ and immediately starts explaining how you need to lay eggs on birds to gain points. We all played the game before, but she was still explaining it and she was into it. I mean really into it. Alex was staring at her and licking his lips the whole time, I did not care for it. Didn’t even get to play Codenames because I was too freaked.”

At press time, the board game group was passing on Shane and Klompen’s suggestion to play Twister.

Israel Claims Hamas Holding Prime Real Estate Hostage

Posted on by Jessica Carreiro

JERUSALEM, Israel — The Israeli Prime Minister’s office claimed Hamas was holding prime real estate hostage in dangerously tempting conditions, declaring the war would continue at full force until all desirable property and beachfront views had been safely released into Israeli hands, confirmed sources.

“I see photographs of starving children sitting on piles of rubble where their homes used to be, and it makes me sick to think of how that real estate is going to waste! That could be a Zara,” said one of hundreds of Israelis praying for the swift release of the West Bank at a candlelight vigil. “Brave settlers are risking their lives to destroy Mosques and orchards so that they may one day be our condos, and the world would condemn us for simply having a dream. Why doesn’t anyone use their Emmy speech to talk about my cousin, whose hand still aches from beating a hateful elderly couple who refused to just give up their land. We hurt too! What about our pain?”

The claim has sparked intense reactions from lawmakers in the U.S., with some questioning whether the entire Palestinian population could be considered a human shield—blocking access to the prime real estate. 

“Israel has a right to defend itself against the missed opportunity of luxury high-rise apartment complexes in East Jerusalem,” said House Minority Leader, Hakeem Jeffries. “Denying Israel from seizing all the finest land in Palestine absolutely means it is being held hostage. I fully support Israel securing their most important hostage by whatever means necessary. Of course, the loss of Palestinian lives is tragic, but that is why we must strongly urge Hamas to give Israel its prime real estate so we can finally stop hearing about it.”

Media coverage has also been widespread, though Israeli officials claim it has not gone far enough to depict Palestinian families fairly as “land hoarding terrorists promoting extremist ideology” about the right to exist in their own homes.

“I will not be intimidated from asking the hard hitting questions that deliver a fair and balanced view of these important global issues,” said CNN anchor Bianna Golodryga, regarding recent criticisms of the press. “It’s my duty as a journalist to ensure that the upstanding Israeli settlers and the blood-thirsty, Hamas-supporting Palestinians both get equal, unbiased reporting. That’s why I dig beyond the surface to report the truth, as described to me by Israeli officials—which will have to do since we can’t report from Gaza, of course.”

In response to global skepticism that real estate was being held hostage, the Israeli Prime Minister’s office shared it had a letter from the prime real estate itself claiming it was depressed and didn’t know how much longer it could go on uncolonized; however, the letter reportedly could not be released without endangering the lives of IDF soldiers.

How to Have “The Talk” with Your Son About Him Totally Disrespecting the Micro Machines He Inherited from You

Posted on by Kyle Donley

Parenting is full of tough conversations — the birds and the bees, where do we come from, and the dreaded talk every father must have with his son about how he’s absolutely defiling your impressive Micro Machine collection that you’ve foolishly entrusted him with.

Us dads, we’re car guys. It’s our responsibility to indoctrinate our sons into car culture at an extremely young age to serve as a baseline carapace of masculinity, lest they fall into prolonged episodes of whimsy or soccer. The best way to achieve this has always been through the purchase and distribution of Micro Machines to small boys. But for some inexplicable reason they stopped making them, which means they’re not just toys I kept in a shoebox in my parents basement but literal heirlooms. 

This is why the talk is necessary. People may tell you it’s not that big of a deal – wives, in-laws, therapists. Don’t listen to them. This is between father and son. As such, I’ve found it far more effective to have these talks late at night after your wife has gone to bed, mano a mano. Be sure to wake your son gently. Remember, your aim is not to scare him but to scold him for his carelessness. Plus, you don’t want to run the risk of him screaming and waking up that wife of yours. 

Once the boy is reasonably conscious, you lay into him hard. It’s important for you to do all the talking, so I recommend drafting up a speech and having a few alcoholic beverages beforehand to get the juices flowing. While there may be tears (from both of you!), it’s important to stand firm. Some variance is expected based on the idiocy of the boy, but you might want to try phrases such as, ‘They don’t let kids have these anymore because of unrepentant slobs like you who think it’s perfectly fine to mash them all up in Play-Doh!’ or ‘I don’t even want to know how many of these you’ve ingested, you idiot pig boy!’ (and if he’s on the heftier side, feel free to lift up his pajama shirt at that time.)

Make it your own, have fun with it, but remember speed is essential. Need I remind you about your wife sleeping in the room across the hall? You should be talking fast as fuck like the guy in the Micro Machines commercials. That guy ruled! Maybe if your son had better role models like the Micro Machines guy, you wouldn’t be in this mess. Anyways, once you’ve sufficiently let your son know how much of a disappointment he is, say something about this all being a dream and get the hell out of there.